He then picked up the photo of Hailey that he’d taken and studied the little child. He never told Abigail his mother’s name. If he’d seen her more years ago, he was sure that he would’ve. But one night of passion didn’t leave them much time to talk. Hailey had large round eyes and the shape of them reminded him of his mom. He had no doubt what the contents of the envelope would tell him. He didn’t need to see it to know. He opened his briefcase and tucked it away inside. He’d burn it if he could, but knew he’d need the results to legitimize Hailey as his. And he planned to. He wanted to give her everything she dreamed of. Perhaps he could convince Abigail to come live with him in New York. He then remembered what she said—him being the last man she’d ever been with. It warmed his heart to think of her as untouched. And that the last man to bring her pleasure had been him. Now to convince her she would never need any other man but him. He was glad she’d stopped their make-out session today.
